Back when Zhao Cheng was still in Xiangnan, he had encountered Qin Tailai. At the time, because of his karmic connection to Zhao Cheng, Qin Tailai had been found and taken in for training by a master of the art of reading fate.
This was undoubtedly a good thing—one could even call it a stroke of destiny.
Though Qin Tailai's family background was not bad compared to that of ordinary people, let alone the whole world, even within a single province of Yanhuang's Nine Provinces, it amounted to nothing—like a speck of dust.
But the master of the art of reading fate who had found him was different. That was a true big shot, someone who could stir the winds and clouds on a global scale. Not only did he possess immense assets, but his own influence was beyond anything ordinary people could imagine.
For Qin Tailai, compared to the course his life had originally been set on, this was undoubtedly a destiny that sent him soaring to the heavens in a single step.
Zheng Yimeng had now encountered something similar. She had discovered this strange stall some time ago and knew that she had come across a master.
During this time, she came here every day to play a game against him. After each game, when night came, she would return home and have a strange dream. In the dream, Heaven and Earth were the chessboard, all living beings the pieces, and the moves from that day would replay themselves.
Every day, her swordsmanship advanced by leaps and bounds because of it.
Thus, throughout this period, she came rain or shine.
And now, nearly a month later, an air had grown about her—placing a piece like drawing a sword, drawing a sword like playing chess. Her cultivation had already